Goddess Brigit

Gabhaim molta Bríghde, iníon í le hÉireann

Iníon le gach tír í, molaimís go léir í.

Lóchrann geal na Laighneach, soils' ar feadh na tíre

Ceann ar óigheacht Éireann, ceann na mban ar míne.

Tig an Geimhreadh dian dubh, gearra lena géire

Ach ar lá le Bríghde, gar dúinn Earrach Éireann.

I give praise to Brigid, daughter of Ireland

Daughter of all lands, let us praise her.

The bright torch of Leinster, shines across the country

The leader of Ireland's youth, leader of gentle women.

House of Winter is dark, cutting with its sharpness

But on Brigid's Day, Spring draws near to us.